Seamus barely had time to recover from his second orgasm when Viviane started grinding on him again.
Her hips moved slow, deep, milking every inch of him like she needed him inside her forever.
"Nnnngghhh~ Brother, I can't get enough of your cock," she licked his ear, as her body kept moving at the same pace.
"Ahhh... Ahhnn... Do you like how my pussy hugs you?"
Seamus grabbed her waist, trying to hold back his groan. "Of course, I love everything you do." He licked her jaw and down to her big tits that covered his face.
He licked her sweat, her body smelled like strawberry and mint. It drove him crazy as he started to move his hips, their movements becoming more wild.
"Ohhh~ Haaahhh~ You're really impatient, Brother."
Viviane squeezed his dark hair tight as she felt his tongue playing with her hard nipple, biting it and pulling it out like a baby.
Viviane's pussy became even wetter as the sounds of their sex echoed all over the room, wild and crazy.
"You and your tongue... Hnngg~ Love it! OHHHH!!! AAHHHH!!!"
Her moans were different now—hungrier, almost manic. Her nails dragged down his chest, not playfully, but rough, like she was trying to mark him. Own him.
"MMNNNHHH~ I can feel it still throbbing inside me!!!" she whispered, breathless, eyes glazed over.
"You taste good down here, Brother, but I bet you taste even better... up here." Her tongue licked his neck as he giggled, feeling it trace a circle on the same spot.
However, Seamus could feel something change. The hairs on his neck stood up. His body started to become alert as he felt her nibble turn into something more dangerous, blood pouring from his neck.
The air, thick and humid with sex, suddenly turned ice-cold. A chill swept through the room like a silent scream. Seamus froze, his breath caught in his throat.
The window slammed open on its own.
And he could see with his own eyes how the pale moonlight turned crimson. It hung high, glowing deep red, like a bleeding wound in the sky.
"What the hell—" Seamus's voice cracked.
Viviane stopped moving for a second, her eyes flashing something feral. Her lips curled up into a dark, twisted smile.
"Seamus, honey," she said, her hand cupping his head.
Her golden eyes were shining in the dim crimson night. Her mouth opened, showing the sharp and long fangs that made him shudder.
It was the same as the one he saw in his nightmare. The difference was... this was real, and he was the victim.
"I'm a vampire. And after I suck your blood, you'll be mine forever. You don't mind, right?" She tilted her head. "After all, you promised to be with me forever, remember?"
"So this is my lovely request for you, let's mate for life and become my bloody slave." She grinned, ear to ear.
Seamus widened his eyes. He wanted to ask if she was joking this time, if this was just some hot, nasty kink she loved.
However, before he could speak—before he could even think—he felt the sharp pain. Her fangs sank deep into his neck.
Seamus screamed or tried to. The sound never made it out. His body locked up, every muscle tensing as fire spread from her bite.
Blood poured from the wound, thick and fast, sliding down his collarbone, soaking the sheets beneath him.
"Mmmmhhhh~"
Viviane sucked his blood deep and kept riding him. She didn't even slow down. Her hips kept moving—faster, wilder—as if his blood only made her wetter.
Because it was true. His blood was so delicious, she couldn't stop. His blood made her horny to the bone. Her pussy kept twitching and clamping down on his cock, she wanted more!
She didn't even stop when Seamus's body turned cold and his skin turned pale.
Her moans turned guttural, animalistic. She drank from him like she was starving.
Seamus's eyes rolled back.
He couldn't move or scream or even push her off. His body was paralyzed, stuck between the high of pleasure and the drop of pure terror.
"V-Viviane..." he managed to gasp.
She lifted her head, her mouth covered in his blood, dripping down her chin.
Her smile was soaked in crimson.
"I told you I wasn't done," she purred. "You taste divine, Seamus. I could drink you forever."
He stared at her, heart pounding, body trembling. He was still inside her—she was still fucking him—and he could feel himself slipping.
Dying?
Everything started to fade. The red moon outside blurred in his vision. Her face distorted. The world felt far.
However, he could hear something in his brain, even though his mind kept telling him he would die—because of a hot vampire riding him—and Viviane moaned as her pussy fluttered like crazy.
[SYSTEM BOOTING…]
[RARE BLOODLINE DETECTED: VAMPIRE @#$$&-!?]
[SYSTEM ACTIVATED]
[Welcome, Seamus Danford.]
The glowing screen flashed in front of his eyes like a floating hallucination.
But he didn't have the strength to read more.
His eyes fluttered closed, and the last thing he felt was Viviane's body trembling around him. Moaning, twitching, cumming again as his blood stained her lips.
***
Isolde walked down the dark hallway, humming softly to herself. Her long dress trailed behind her, rustling against the cold stone floor like silk over bone.
She paused when she heard a sound—low and slithering: a hiss. The soft scrape of scales dragging along the ground.
A massive python slid past her, its thick body moving slowly.
Isolde smiled faintly. "Oh, Madeline, taking a walk?"
The snake—Madeline—stopped, glanced at her, then kept slithering forward without a sound, as if Isolde wasn't even there.
Her smile faded.
"Whore," she muttered under her breath.
She resumed walking until a sharp moan sliced through the silence, and the sweet, metallic scent of fresh blood hit her nose like perfume.
Her eyes widened. The veins on her temple pulsed, rising beneath her porcelain skin. Her expression twisted into something ugly, furious.
She moved, so fast the air cracked behind her.
In a blink, she stood in front of Viviane's bedroom door. She didn't knock. She threw it open, hard enough for the handle to crack against the wall.
The scene was as she expected. Viviane straddled Seamus, her hips still rolling lazily, mouth latched onto his neck.
Blood dripped from her lips to his chest, his body limp beneath her. She was fucking him like a feral thing, still lost in her hunger.
When the door slammed open, Viviane turned her head slowly, her mouth smeared in crimson.
"Oh, Mother," she said sweetly. "You just got here?"